Yup, cool place. Right on the way to the bridge for all the roadies, 'round the corner from the Jefferson Airplane house, within the aromatic cloud drifting out of the cafeteria at the Indian consulate down the street. Good place to get a cookie and (spiked) hot chocolate after a damp winter night ride in the headlands.

If I had to compare the cafe to a bike, though, it'd be a retro randonee with brooks saddle, not an ibis with coordinated ano bits.